Five Real Friends by Ray Mossholder Ch. 1 Goober and the Bomber Brothers
I have written nine books, but few joys in my life ever equaled the joy of writing Five Real Friends. I love Goober, Tracey, Alphonso, Willie and Pee Wee. They are as real to me as any humans are. I actually wrote this book to share with you what it was like in the 1950s when I was Goober’s age. It was a far more innocent time, yet they were bullies like the Bomber brothers even then. I actually wrote this first chapter to be a short story, but then Tracey, Willie and Pee Wee came alive to me too. And so this book. Young and old alike seem to deeply enjoy it. And it always makes me happy to make you happy. … I had no idea the Georgia could act when I began to have this book professionally recorded. But she is amazing. So let me introduce you to Goober and Alphonso, two of my five real friends. – Ray
Five Real Friends by Ray Mossholder Ch. 1 Goober and the Bomber Brothers
I used to think being loved was the greatest thing to think about, but now I know love is never satisfied just thinking about it.
I used to think being loved was the greatest thing to think about, but now I know love is never satisfied just thinking about it. W e have a house down by the water, and there’s the back porch and hold hands a lot too as we watch the couples meander by. We’re close enough to the water that they wave to us, and we wave back, a nostalgic snippet from another time where people waved to each other during slow walks. This is how I met Ryan. One day, Ryan came walking down the path all alone. Ryan waved to us and we waved back like we did to everyone. But instead of moving on, Ryan just stood there on the path, waving and not moving. Because he kept waving, we kept waving. It was a little awkward, honestly. I wondered if perhaps this young man wanted to talk, so to break the tension, I made the short walk from the porch to the path to say hello. “Hi there, how’s it going?” I said, reaching out to shake his hand and give him a break from all the waving. “Hi, I’m Ryan and I’m in love,” he said confidently. Ryan had that glazed-over look that smitten guys get. “Well, Ryan, that’s just great! Congratulations.”
“No, no . . . that’s not why I came,” Ryan stammered. “What I wanted to say is that I walk by your house all the time . . . and I have this girlfriend, you see . . . and . . .” He paused. “I want to know if it would be okay . . .” He paused again. “. . . if I asked my girlfriend to marry me in your backyard?”
He talked like he had been holding his breath for quite some time. I was taken aback by this love-glazed kid who would approach a He talked like he had been holding his breath for quite some time. I was taken aback by this love-glazed kid who would approach a complete stranger and ask to use his house to stage a great caper. But that’s the way it is when you are in love, isn’t it? All he knew was that he wanted the girl and was going to do whatever it took to get her. “Ryan, that sounds like a fantastic idea!” I said, laughing. “Really?” Ryan answered. I guess he had expected an instant no or a gentler “I’ll think about it.” “Sure! Go get your girl and let’s get you two engaged!”
